I’ve blogged for almost six years. Blogging is a record of major events for that time period. Even, for things found to be irritating.
Negative expressions: A nickel holding up a dollar; gumming up the works. Hopefully my efforts, have been neither.
The bizarre title has little to do with the rest of this post. Other, than to say, it may have been inspired by the extreme amount of road kill seen this morning. It’s springtime here, nearly summer, and critters are on the move.
Yesterday, my dogs were barking, carrying on about something in the back yard. It turned out to be a black snake. Snakes keep the rodent population down, and this particular one, wasn’t the poisonous variety.
Rain is falling in torrents. The sun is shining full force. A dichotomy due to the two combatants–spring and summer, fighting for dominance.
To sell something, you need to provide something people want. “Don’t give away the store; 1% of something was better than, 1% of nothing.” The relationship between buyers and sellers was tenuous at best.
Where were the hidden gold mines that enticed on the net? Engineered to appeal to insatiable appetites for excessiveness–“real deals,” “hidden money,” “little-known paths to prosperity.”
New! Improved! With less hyperbole, more content! Congratulations are in order on this blogs fifth anniversary. I’m more surprised than anyone. I have plenty more to say, so keep reading and commenting.
I took today off to regroup–gather my thoughts. No, there’s nothing wrong. Life is good in general.
Sometimes I worry about repeating myself. There’s the quality/quantity issue. After almost five years of this, there have been a lot of posts.
The Shakespearian adage, “There’s nothing new under the sun,” applies. That’s why, of late, I’ve done some updates on old posts.
In the local area, the new amusement park is shaping up. Many of the new rides are visible. What will this do for local traffic? …The local economy? The jury is still out.
“Wahlburgers” was announced today in a press conference, as the first tenant. The first and only “Wahlburgers” franchise in the state. More announcements are forthcoming.
This week I will be entertaining first-time visitors to the area–my sister and brother-in-law. Looking forward to their visit and showing them around.
My klutziness has been in full force this past week. Starting with my dropping a jar of chili sauce in the supermarket. Tonight, I accidently sprayed myself with mayonnaise at a local restaurant.
Maybe I needed to be put in “time out?” In the meantime my posts will be sporadic. I’ll be watching from the sidelines.
It’s been a busy day. Trip to the doctor for my regular monthly B-12 shot. After, that off to get my tousled, salt-and-pepper mane trimmed. Then, to the vet’s office to renew the dog’s medicine. The vet’s office was closed–on vacation till April 2nd. By that time it was mid-afternoon.
Time for afternoon coffee and cookies. I’m finished running errands, and it’s raining. At least, I made it home before the deluge. A reminder to faithful readers, I will be on jury duty for the next two weeks. Feel free to drop by in my absence. I will be here evenings to check things out.
Like dirty snow
On every sandlot
Stadium and alley
Grass has gone green
The equinox vernal
They stand stick-straight
Stay within yourself
Try hard as you can
With clever phraseology
That will knock their socks off
Sprains, pains disappear
“All those with bruised egos
Report to the training room!”
How much is that froggy on the window? Searching for frogs, toads, and lizards is my two dogs regular evening ritual. If one of them finds something, the other one is right there.
It’s the celebration of the long Labor Day weekend. I hope most of you are lucky enough to commune with Jonathan Livingston Seashell, and others like him, on the beach this holiday.
I’m sure some of you know the anxiety that can come with blogging. One day loving it, the next day considering how to give your blog a proper send-off and burial. Not getting upset about it, feels so much better.
Weekend, holiday revelers are beginning to congregate. Got to run for some takeout–a regular Friday thing.